A/N: I'd just like to add that someone sent me a review w/ this idea when I was halfway done it and I was like, 'How'd they know?'
Yeah! Freaky!
Okay, sorry for the delay. I had 1 more chapter, but I'm thinkning I can make one of when Sam was 16 and then he gets into some kind of trouble, but then again that's the premise of my other story 'CONSEQUENCES' - which is where the idea from this originated :).
Anyone know what the new episode will be on?
I hate having to wait longer! I'm giving my friends hell over this! (Really, they've been telling me to shut up for like a week now. And then there's my away message which just rambles on about how badly that sucks! And when the announcement came on TV my friend called me and was like, "R U OKay?' Yea, they all know I'm obsessed. But who can blame me. 1 word- Dean)
Once agin, no beta...sooo all the errors are myown and so, sorry!
Michael and Evan
By: chocolate rules
Dean 16 Sam 12
"You're going to get caught," whispered Sam.
"I will if you keep talking. Go to bed, Sam!"
"No way! I want to be here when Dad catches you." Sam said sitting on the chair by the door.
"Get to bed, Now!" growled Dean. Sam would normally heed to it, but this time he held something over it.
"Like Hell I will! And miss all the fireworks!" Sam said smirking. He'd picked that up from Dean. And Dean hated when it was used against him.
"Look, I'm going out. You…man the house. And keep quiet! If Dad finds out that I'm gone…well, I think he will anyway. But if he finds out where I went, you're dead. Got it?"
"Whatever!" Dean gathered his leather jacket, his wallet and his Impala's leys. Okay, so he was technically still grounded. And, sure, he wasn't supposed to be out at 1am anyway. But when the opportunity arises, you have to grab life by the horns!
Sam couldn't see how going to some pool hall was 'grabbing life by the horns'. He thought the expression would make more sense when their father found Dean. He always found out, Sam had reminded him constantly the entire previous day.
But a guy Dean knew got him a great deal on a fake ID. One saying he was twenty-two. Everyone does twenty-one. The plan was foolproof, until Sammy found out about it.
"If Dad finds out, I'll tell him you were listening to other people's phone conversations again." Sam shrugged.
"He won't care. One look at you and he'll forget all about me."
"Better hope you're right!" Dean said, now at the door. Sam crossed his arms and gave his 'I know I'm Right' look.
Dean walked out the door and was about to close it when Sam called him back.
"What!" he said through gritted teeth.
"Just… be careful."
"I'll be fine, Sammy." smile included.
"It's Sam, you jerk." the younger added crossing his arms.
"Night, little bitch." and Dean said reaching over and ruffling Sammy's hair. Then he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
The roar from the Impala would be loud. Instead, Dean put the car in neutral and made out the driveway and into the street before he needed to awaken his precious baby.
Three hours. That's how long Dean had been away. That's how long Sam had sat up worried. That's how long it took for John to wake up.
John entered his living room and was startled to find a very tired Sam curled over a book and looking expectantly towards the front door. John rolled his eyes and muttered a few curses under his breath. He knew that Dean had left. No matter how many ways he tried to keep his boys in line, one of them always slipped the cracks.
"Where is he?" John asked grabbing his coat. He took his keys from the kitchen table and was at all not surprised to find that the Chevy's key's were missing.
Sam looked up startled. He was caught. Which meant that Dean was caught. Just like he'd predicted. But he wasn't about to rat out his brother.
"I don't know."
"Sam, you know you can't lie. Where's your brother?" Think of what Dean said. All the stuff he's got on you. You can't tell on him! Sam shrugged.
"Samuel." a rough command. But the boy held his ground. He wouldn't meet his gaze, but he held his ground. "Samuel Evan Winchester, where is your brother!"
"He left…."
The rather good looking bartender had accepted Dean's ID. She even delighted over the fact that he was 22, two years older than her.
He went straight to the pool area. He didn't want to get drunk his first time out. He managed to lose two games right before upping his game. He was currently two hundred and fifty seven dollars richer. He had used three for a small drink, non alcoholic.
He was on his fifth game and third competitor when he felt a rather firm hand on his jacket collar.
"Yo, buddy! Fuck off!" Dean called behind him, as he tried to swat the guy away. He was trying to aim out a shot.
The hand on his shirt grabbed firmly to his neck and, as strange as it may sound, he knew that hold.
When the hand's holder spoke, though, all self reassurances flew out the window.
"Dean Michael Winchester," came the growling harsh whisper. Emphasis on the middle name was meant as more of a threat. Like a 'Yeah, I'm talking to you' moment. 'Do you know another Dean Michael, around here?' "You shouldn't be here."
"Dad?" Dean said, closing his eyes. He was flipped around and given a quick shake meant to open his eyes. When he did, he tried his best to look innocent. The look on John's face, however, gave him no room to argue.
"What the Hell do you think your doing here?" John whispered with a growl. It was a threatening voice. One that always got the boys to feel so minuscule and little and childish.
"Nothing?" Dean said. And he defiantly sounded childish. Like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Nothing?" repeated John, still maintaining a firm grip on the boy's neck. He nodded and looked around as if seeing the place for the first time. "Nice place to do nothing, you think." And by hell it wasn't a question.
The commotion around the pool tables hadn't died out by this little intrusion. Actually, Big Dave, who Dean was currently 'playing' with was rather bothered by John's arrival.
"Hey! Let the damn kid finish this damn game so I can get my fucking money!" But neither Winchester heard him. John was over-boiled with anger and Dean with fear.
"We're going now." John said, leaving no room for argument. But Dean had been there three hours and did not feel like being pulled out of there like a child. Even if he was one. Which he soo wasn't!
"Dad! I'm almost done. You said never to end in the middle of a game!" and that was Dean's only hope, that John's own words would halter the inevitable. No go!
"We're going now." repeated John.
"Hey! I have a game to win here!" called out Big Dave. And he proceeded to stand beside them. He wasn't fat by any means, he was bulked heavy. And he looked mean!
"He's done playing." John said, finally acknowledging the man. He spoke in the same deadly, no arguments tone.
"Like HELL he is! I want my money!" And Big Dave did a Big mistake. He reached over and tried to yank Dean away from John. The kid was too shocked with his father that he still hadn't processed the movement when he was shoved away and John stood in front of Big Dave.
"You trying to gamble with a sixteen year old? Cause I'm pretty sure some parole officer in this town isn't going to like that so much." And John was fuming.
Big Dave looked at Dean who was now leaning on the pool table where he'd been thrown.
"He ain't no teenager!" he said with disbelief. Had the circumstances been different, Dean would have smiled a thanks. Now he very much wanted to crawl beneath the floorboards. He was ultimately embarrassed. And he knew it was going to get worst.
John laughed and both Dean and Big Dave were thrown back from it.
"You sure about that?"
"He sure as hell didn't play like no teenager! Bet my friend over there, and I want the money back!" trying to sound tough again like the maniac laugh that escaped John didn't scare him.
It scared the crap out of Dean though.
Maybe if I make a run for it, I can be in Mexico by daybreak. But he could barely move. And John would find him. I'm going to kill Sam! The one thing I tell him NOT to tell! But he knew he couldn't blame Sam. John was intimidating and it wouldn't have taken a lot to get it out of Sam. Maybe if I drop my keys and run… But it was all useless and he knew it. Today, Dean Michael Winchester, was going to die. He lived a strange live, a sad life, a cursed life, a doomed life….
"Think I'd know my own kid's age, bud." John said. He was standing between Dave and Dean. Dean couldn't even see Dave past his father.
"You're kid?" and then Big Dave understood. Well, maybe after looking over to Dean - and seeing his terrified gaze- he finally understood.
John nodded. His kid, for now.
Big Dave looked back to John. He nodded towards the table and said, "the kid still owes, man."
John nodded. "He lose?" "Naw, but…" "Then he don't owe."
"He said he'd play, double or nothing. You can't just back down from a bet…."
Again John nodded. "Fine then, I'll play. You'll get half back. And then, if you ever see him here again, you kick him out." Dean shuddered. Big Dave saw his chances and nodded.
Game on.
"Dad. No, this is my game. I don't need you playing it for me. I can hand…"
"Shut up, Dean." he heard over his father's shoulder. A wave of cold came over him and he was instantly quiet.
John won. Not four minutes later. He didn't even hustle it. He kept the same game rolling and within four minutes, he won.
Dean's total wins that night were $250. He had to give back $70. Then he had to go to the bartender and personally watch as his ID was snipped in half. His father kept the rest and he held tightly to Dean's neck as he led him out. John had taken the bus there. HE's thought ahead and had decided that Dean would not be driving home. Or anywhere for a long, long time.
During the ride, no words were spoken. Once they got home, Dean made to dive out the car and head dead straight to the room he'd have to make great friends with for some time. John grabbed his arm and held him before he was out the door.
"You ever, and I mean ever leave the house like that again, and being grounded will have a new meaning for you."
"Yes sir." But John wasn't done.
"I find you in a bar again, or hustling and you'll be luckily if you ever want another look at beer or alcohol again." Dean's eyes went a little wide and he brushed away the possible meanings to that statement.
"Yes sir." he choked out.
"And you ever ask your brother to have to cover for you like that again…and Dean Michael Winchester will be a soon forgotten memory. Understand?"
"Yes sir. I understand."
"Good. Inside, and get ready, you and I have a little training to do."
I added more to this one and I'm happy with it :) Thell me what you thought!